#i bet you don’t wash between your asscheeks

[atomizerjunkie]

if you like silverrusso i hope you also like my big sweaty balls in your mouth because you can go ahead and suck them you fucking cunt

[meowzfordayz]

NSFW Alphabet — Shinazugawa Sanemi

Author’s Note: technically didn’t finish this, but enjoy nonetheless. 😅 As w/ all headcanons, these are simply my opinions in this exact moment of writing, and are subject to change depending on the context/my mood! 😉

NSFW Alphabet — Shinazugawa Sanemi

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~1,100

CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, spit

MILESTONE 20.0

~faqs~

Aftercare? what they’re like after sex

Sanemi is sooo stern about aftercare, to the extent that sometimes aftercare feels not so caring. 😆 #soft dom vibes It doesn’t matter how exhausted you are; he’s coaxing you into a bath (or shower 🚿 ), watching you eat a full meal (full meal = at least one glass of water and a lil snick snack 😋), and making you brush your teeth. He’ll absolutely carry you from one location to the next, tenderly wash and pat dry your body, spoon feed you if you pout hard enough, and massage you to sleep 😴, but he’s not letting you pass out smelling of sex. 😒 “Dehydration is serious, my love, and I know you came at least once.” <— You definitely came more than once. 😌

Dirty Talk?

Sanemi’s generally quiet during sex—he’d rather listen to your pretty sounds than himself talking—but sometimes the most lewd things slip out from his mind to your ears. “Fuck yes baby, you like spreading your asscheeks while I fuck you, hm? Makes you feel extra exposed? Greedy? Bet you can feel how wet you are, what a mess you’re making.” He actually prefers when you talk to him, but not necessarily about sex. “What do we need to buy at the grocery store?” he asks nonchalantly, fixated on the sight of his cock inching its way into your pussy, slipping out and then farther in, becoming shinier and stickier with slick as his thrusts move deeper into your heat. “Seri-ously?” you huff, fingernails digging into his arms, unable to catch his gaze as he continues staring at his cock, “We n-need, we need eggs, milk, b-bread-” “I’m sure you’d like to be bread,” Sanemi interjects, voice tight with restraint, “Shit you’re so fucking gorgeous.” “You did not just-” “Shh darling, surely we need more than eggs, milk, and bread?”

Goofy? their sense of humor

Sanemi doesn’t like to be silly during sex, but it tends to just kinda happen anyway. 😅 Pinning you against the wall, one warm hand wrapped loosely around your neck, a muscular thigh nudging its way between your trembling legs? “Uh, Nemi,” you squeak, breath hitching as he nips at your collarbone, “I think I hit my tailbone-” “Seriously?” he grumbles into your skin, other arm slinking around your back to provide extra padding between your back and the wall. “Yes seriously,” you whine, eyes squeezing shut as he licks a hot path from the hollow of your throat up to the tip of your chin. “Shaddup,” he mutters, nose scrunching, “Gonna make me laugh.” “So my pain is funny to you?!” Groaning, he cracks a smile, exasperation expression meeting your petulant one as he shakes his head, “‘Course not, but I thought you liked when I shoved you into walls ‘nd stuff.” “Well yeah, but not when it hurts!” “Relax darling,” he purrs, sucking lightly on your cheek, grinning when you pout, “I’ve got you.” 😒😌😏

Hair? pubes maintenance

Unsurprisingly tidy. Sanemi has a weekly shave + trim schedule (for both his face and pubes). He’ll occasionally skip a week if you insist (sometimes a lil scruff is endearing ☺️), but he feels better knowing things are neat and maintained (for you and himself). Plus, since his hair’s so light, you might think there’s not a lot going on, but it actually grows quite fast 😅, and Sanemi absolutely notices when he starts shedding everywhere (even if you don’t).

No? turn offs

Sanemi would be hard pressed to be physically rough with you, but he’d also be hard pressed to disappoint you. He is capable and willing to explore more dangerous kinks—he doesn’t half ass anything—but best believe you’ll be negotiating and scripting scenes for days before he’s actually comfortable playing. “You really want me to spit on you?” he asks again, voice round with obvious concern, “If you don’t like it, then I can’t exactly take it back.” Your cheeks warm at his tone, eyes gentle as you meet his hesitant gaze, “We can always keep a cloth on standby. If I don’t like it, then you can simply wipe it off.” “That doesn’t address the potential psychological damage.” “Nemi, for me this is like… trying a new vegetable. There’s risk, sure. I might forever remember how much I hate zucchini, and how much it sucked to find that out. But I tried, and that’s what matters most to me.” “Your safety matters most to me,” he retorts, reaching across the dining table for your hand. Your fingers intertwine. You squeeze reassuringly. He cracks a faint smile, sighing lowly as he finally acquiesces, “Fine.” Grinning brightly, you lean in, cleavage visible as your breasts press into the tabletop, whispering conspiratorially, “Besides, I thought you liked claiming me as your slut? This is just another way to do so.” Eyes widening, Sanemi coughs loudly, face quickly reddening, unable to resist glancing at your tits as he mutters roughly, “I mean, yeah. I do. Of course I do.”

Toys?

Sanemi loves the idea of toys, but they’re So fucking expensive, the hell?!, so you don’t (co)own too many. That being said, he’s game to utilize whatever toys you had prior to meeting him. 😎 Rest assured he’ll pull out the vibrator (always fully charged 😉) when his hands get tired (this man became ambidextrous for the sole purpose of being able to personally pleasure you for double the amount of time 🤯), his pace barely faltering as he toggles through the settings to find your favorite, thick cock twitching in your cunt when a warm gush of slick makes his movements even smoother. “Hm, is my cock not enough for you?” he murmurs teasingly, holding the vibrator steady and unforgiving against the hood of your clit, fucking the breath from your lungs with a satisfied smirk. You manage a loud whine in response, legs trembling while your back arches, hips greedily chasing the overwhelming sensation of your looming orgasm. “So beautiful,” Sanemi rasps, drinking in the sight of your scrunched face, your little gasps accompanying each of his punctuated thrusts, “So. Fucking. Gorgeous.”

[captainkoolguy]

You try to duck aside another blow, staggering away from the arc of a blade before Jael'yn drops it. The heavy greatsword clatters to the floor and a hand catches you full-on in the face, grasping you hard. A foot hooks your own and suddenly the world is tipped on its side before you're smashed into the reflective stone steps while the air is knocked out of you. Cait and Brint are brought down into the ground either side of you by the guards, struggling tiredly against them. "Hah! That wasn't so hard... not like me." Jael'yn insists with a grin. "I'm very hard." she releases your face and pulls you back to your feet with apparent ease, capturing your arm and locking it behind your back. Yet more guards continue to file into the throne room, a hopeless number of them... have they sent every single elf that can hold a stick after you? Your legs are barely holding you up, but relaxing your weight only serves to wrench your arm as you're brought forward to a structure built right in the middle of the throne ro— oh, of course... A stockades. With enough space for two at a time, even, and judging by the stains covering the wood, you suspect they're used for more entertaining forms of punishment these days... Ryn's carried right along beside you, groaning weakly. Although it's to your other companions that Jael'yn turns, at least before idly waving them off. "Unfortunately, we've only got space for two at a time, but don't you worry cuteness, we'll get back to you later." You put up only a customary struggle before you're locked into the stockades with a resounding click... only to find that the neck and wrist holes are lined with soft leather. "Huh?" "Heh, yeah... nobody wants a splinter when they're getting fucked after all. Dealing out a punishment gets a lot less fun when the vict— criminal is making the wrong kind of cries, obviously." The guard captain explains with a smile, once again letting a foot of demonic tongue spool out of her mouth before sensuously licking soft, painted lips. "You know, I bet if we keep this up I'll be a demon in nooo time." When her hands start to strip you out of what gear still even remains clinging to your body after the fight, she sneaks in the occasional grope until your ass is bare to the open air. "Why what a lovely asshole you have!" she sighs, spreading your cheeks between her palms and spitting right onto your ring. "You just stay there and keep my second-in-command comfortable. Poor thing must be just aching for somewhere warm to put her dick." You're still shivering at the sensation of hot spit turning chill on your asshole when the scent of a distinctly stallion musk hits you full-on in the face. The elf infront of you looks like she's barely five foot, and honestly? She appears to be rocking a cock a quarter of her height; a great big mare-cock no less, with a mottled shaft, and a broad flat head already drooling ivory. A little ring sticks out of the front, and when she loops a finger through it and slowly pulls back she reveals a long rod of beads that she draws out of her stretchy cumslit. Her breath hitches with every little orb that stretches her, until the toy is completely removed. A thick load of cum-laced pre squirts out and hits you dead-on in the face, setting your heart to hammering nearly out of its chest. The scent of a rutting slut washes over you again, sweet pheromones getting you salivating and ready. Two thick balls hang from a similarly mottled-looking sack, visibly pulsing in time with the small elf's heartbeat. "I got here late, Captain Jael'yn is going to punish me even more later..." she whispers... although that doesn't exactly sound like a complaint. "Come on, if I don't get you thirsty you won't be ready to take the Captain's dick!" She pinches your nose until you open wide, immediately mashing her cum-oozing cockhead past your slender lips and pressing your tongue flat. The immediate taste of musk and shemale hormones is enough to hit you like a shock, and your already-weak legs go limp. Breathing only serves to drown you in fuck-scent further — what breath you can get anyway — and when your eyes drift across to the neighbouring stockade you can see that Ryn's being likewise forced to wrap her lips around a bitch-breaking futa fuckstick. Drool runs down the corners of your mouths, pooling and drooling out where it grows thick with precum. You try to moan, groan, anything... but it only tantilizes your lover-by-restraint further, judging by the way she whimpers and moans. Ryn gurgles too, eyes rolling back and makeup running as she's railed in the face hard enough to rock the stockades. Jael'yn lets out a laugh, running her fingers through the elf's hair with one hand while reaching over to grab at yours with the other. "Yeah... we'll let them know we've got you... but not until me and all of my boys and girls have had their way with you." She slaps your face gently and returns her attention to Ryn. "Well? Are you going to stand there drooling? Or actually suck this dick?" While you're moaning and groaning, yet more hands find your body... and you're totally unable to look behind you and see the owner of the cock that flops down between the cheeks of your ass. Whoever it is, they've got feminine hands... but again, with most elves that still isn't exactly telling. More importantly they don't intend to take their time with you, dishing out a hard slap that sets your asscheeks to jiggling before hilting themselves in you until the second 'spank' noise is simply the clap of hip-to-ass. You can barely move within the restraints, but now that there's some dick in your ass at least your hips are being held up. Breathing is the next issue, and if you don't get this horse-cocked shemale to cum you're going to have some other problems. Fuck, there's so much movement around you that it's hard to keep track of everything. You suck and moan as hard as you can, doing your best to pleasure the elf's monstrous horse-cock. The hammering in your ass is potent distraction, but by now you're riding high on the hormonal scent of this woman hammering your face... not to mention the only tiny gasps of breath you're able to snatch away. At last you can feel it much more than hear it — the sound of men and women moaning is loud enough in your ears as it is — when she grows thicker at the base with unspent seed. It's hard to get your jaw open any wider, but when you do it's as though the flood barriers were kicked over; a tankard's-worth of musky mare semen floods your stomach until all you can taste is jizz at the back of your teeth. The guard pulls out slowly with a shiver and a moan, jerking the spit-and-spunk covered length until she can nut one last thick glob of shemale cum onto your face. You're still spluttering and gasping for breath, riding the high of getting railed the whole while, when you're struck in the face by two more ropes of cum... fuck, these guards are just jerking off on you now! Yet more streaks land on your butt before there's a feminine whimper from behind and your bowels are flooded with elf seed. Your prostate is hammered insistantly, leading you to drooling cum out to add to the steadily-growing puddle on the floor. You shake your head to get the cum from your vision, only to find the next guy or girl is lining up with your abused asshole while yet more elves position themselves in front of your face. It's only possible to catch a small look at how your companion is doing... and it's about what you'd expect from a stockades gangbang. You do catch the perfect moment though; Jael'yn pulling her dick out behind strands of sticky spit and cum and nutting right on a still-moaning Ryn's face. The massive guard captain lets out a little laugh, petting Ryn on the head before turning her attention back to you and scowling. "Well, you're looking fucked up enough, but still..." the guard behind you is displaced by a small shove from her, and yet another mythic pole slaps its way down into the cleavage of your ass. You clench unconsciously and shiver, opening wide for the next elf to have their way with your mouth while spooge leaks from your already-abused ring. "I'll just have to think of this as lube then!" Lube? Oh— oh fuck... You try to put your feelings into words, but it's hard to do much more than gurgle around a mouth filled with cum and cock as you're spread wide around the guard captain's thick dick. Your feet stamp at the floor and a muffled squeal erupts from you as she sinks the first foot of length into your already-ravaged rear. You'd blame that pressure for stealing your breath away if it weren't something you were still struggling to get reliably, although you're now rather glad one of the first guards had a round with you first... she's so big. "There it is! A painted slut, a naughty, naughty boy taking their punishment!" she cries, still pressing more cock into you. The elf hammering at your face pulls out, spraying hot musky jizz across your face while yet another replaces them. You can hear a muffled whimper from Ryn, and a few orgasmic moans that tell you she's getting... very much the same treatment. Pricks slide into your hands, forcing you to take a hold so that they can fuck your grip in an impromptu handjob while a line begins to form. It hasn't taken long for the potent musky mixture to have you rabid for more, and the captain claps resoundingly against you just as that thought locks in place. More... "Mmm, that's a lovely ass you have. Maybe they'll let me keep you after! Ride you around on my cock all day until you're as far-gone as I!" Jael'yn grins wickedly, reaching down to run her fingers through your sodden hair. "How about it? You can even call me Mommy." You groan out something illegible — gods you aren't even sure what you're trying to say — and roll your hips. "I know sweetie, I know... just let it go." she shushes you, before drawing back and letting out a hungry, predatorial growl. Her hips become a blur, and rather suddenly you're being smashed hard into the stockades with enough force to shift them. Both you and Ryn rock forward as you're pounded brutally by the dominant gothic futa-zon. "Come on, beg for Mommy!" she cries, spanking your ass with a messy, sticky 'slap'. You sure try to beg... at least until a second dick pushes in alongside its twin in your mouth before both fire off their loads, leaving you gagging with a very full stomach. When they pull out you're actually dizzy now, unable to feel, taste, or smell anything that's not just raw fuck. Ryn's being thoroughly spitroasted, with the horse-dicked second in command giving her much the same pheromone treatment as you've already gotten... fuck, that was so good. Abruptly Jael'yn goes still, and your eyes go wide as you are flooded with jizz, and spanked over and over until you're sure she's put a print on your ass in the perfect shape of your hand. The stinging becomes a red-hot tingle, and your own orgasm crashes across the shore with her in a very lurid display. Your eyelids flutter when she slowly drags herself out, and yet another dick pushes into your mouth and cums while ivory waterfalls from your brutalized backdoor. The darkness in the corners of your vision grows deeper and creeps further when you try to catch another glimpse of Ryn, only to see the captain lining up to spitroast with her horse-cocked second. A fist sinks into your asshole then, but even that extra stimulation can't keep the shadows out... and you're plummeting.

[keelywolfe]

Kinktober Spicyhoney Shorts

FIC:   Sore Loser

Prompt: Spanking

WARNINGS: Spanking, Dom/Sub, (kind of. Why do they have to be like this??), lemony goodness

Notes: I know what you’re thinking. Kinktober is over, what are you doing?? But I would argue that kinktober is with us in our hearts and hormones, so, uh. Yeah. Sorry, I was supposed to write something else today, but welp! Here, have this. 

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Edge knew better than to make bets with Rus.

Bets with any of the Sansy-ones never ended well, no matter who won. Somehow, the simplest wager ended in unexpected debts and property damage, and Edge knew better, he truly did. But the smirk that graced Rus’s face was a vicious goad and Edge had given in, recklessly, wagering his own obedience against Rus’s for a single round.

Winning would have been a heady reward, the chance to have Rus without a single yammering complaint, to fuck his mouth until lovely tears streaked his face, listening to him plead for Edge to finish him, to let him come, ah, yes, the very idea made for a tempting bargaining chip.

An excellent reward, yes. If Edge hadn’t lost.

Losing a simple bet was how he ended up here, stripped bare and an ectobody summoned, on his knees in front of Rus while he smoked one of his foul cigarettes, his hooded eye lights roaming over the sight at his feet.

“Get on with it,” Edge gritted out. Much as he enjoyed these little games with Rus, usually he wasn’t the one on his knees. But he wasn’t about to use his safeword this soon into the game; one round versus weeks of mocking about being able to give it but not take it? That was more debt than he was interested in earning.

A teasing hand smoothed over the generous globes of ectoflesh that made up his ass and Edge struggled against lurching away from that touch. He might be bitter about losing and he didn’t give promises the same weight as Rus or the Sanses, but he kept his word. Obedience for one round, yes, even if it was grudging. This was what Rus wanted and it meant nothing, less than nothing. He could do this.

He could.

Rus only laughed softly and crushed out his cigarette in a half-filled ashtray. There was a pillow on the floor, not for Edge’s knees which were scraping against the hard wood, but for Rus to sit on and he settled on it with an exaggerated sigh. There was a certain sadistic glee as he said, "gonna count for me, baby?"

"What do you--ahh!"

The first blow caught him off-guard, a sharp, open-handed crack against one cheek. Pain flared through the summoned flesh like nothing he was accustomed to and Edge shuddered, his head dropping between his shoulders as he hunched down, bracing himself. The discomfort from ectoflesh was different than directly against bone, less brutal and confronting somehow, but it was still pain.

"i can if you don't," Rus said cheerily. His voice was always faintly raspy, as smoky as expensive whiskey. The way it suddenly dropped on his next words was richer yet, heavy with warning, "but if you make me count, we'll be at this a while."

The word was like acid on his tongue, but Edge spat it out, "One."

"there you go, good boy!" And before Edge could offer his scathing opinion on that moniker, another blow fell, stealing his breath. The pain of impact seemed to reverberate, spreading out from the point where Rus’s hand struck. Worse, something of it seemed to reach between his legs, sending conflicting signals to the pussy Rus had demanded he summon. He could feel the creeping wetness there, uncaring of Edge’s conflict; there was only one reason for his cunt to exist and it was eager to be used.

Edge squirmed, clenching his formed thighs together in an attempt to stifle that sensation. Only for bony fingers to pinch his stinging ectoflesh warningly and Edge remembered, gasping out, "Two!"

"oh, honey," Rus said with mocking solicitude. Narrow fingers traced the aching outline left behind by his hand and Edge wondered wildly if Rus could see it, if the false flesh glowing hotly from the strike. "you better just pace yourself, we’re only getting started.

Another hard slap against his asscheeks, another, Edge stuttering out the count. Pain was nothing he couldn’t handle, but this, this was different. Trapped in the frustrating helplessness of his promise mingled distressingly with the unseemly need growing between his legs.

He could taste the spice of his own magic, tears, Edge realized dimly, but he didn’t stop counting, couldn’t. Not anymore than he could stop himself from trembling, his clawed fingers gouging curling scraps from the wooden floor. Almost unconsciously lifting his hips into the steady rain of blows as they peppered over his backside, occasionally straying to the backs of his thighs to drag free a desperate howl before returning to more generous, giving flesh.

His face was soaked, fouled with tears and sweat, and Edge kept counting, desperately, the numbers meaningless and rising. He needed it to end, needed the throbbing in his ass and his cunt to stop, yearned for it, for the heady throb to coalesce into what it was promising.

The steadying hand on his spine moved, tracing vertebra and tweaking sensitive cartilage. It was a tender distraction, enough that Edge shrieked hoarsely when a particularly vicious blow fell along with it. He let out a thin sob as Rus’s hand lingered, fingers delving between his legs.

“so wet,” Rus crooned as embarrassingly slick sounds rose, slim fingers parting the lips of his cunt to glide along his slit. “your pussy is so wet, baby. you want another one, don’t you. want me to slap your ass again.”

Edge shook his head, words choking in his raw throat. His ass was throbbing, every slap outlined in sharp relief. A shameful whimper escaped him as two fingers pushed inside him, scissoring and stretching his walls, the light pressure of a thumb circling teasingly against his clit.

“i’m gonna fuck you, you know.” Conversationally, as idle as a chat in an elevator. “keep you on your knees so i can see how pretty and swollen your ass is while i do it. but first—”

His fingers withdrew with an obscene sucking sound, his pussy trying to clench around them, keep them inside, and he was expecting the blow, knew it was coming, knew it. And he still screamed when it fell, hard, right between his legs, catching both asscheeks and the tender lips of his pussy in one slap.

Conflicting pain and pleasure wracked him, his orgasm as fierce as another blow, washing over him in a devastating rush. Edge reeled with it, sobbing weakly as he sagged down to the floor into the mess of his own fluids. More trailed down the inside of his thighs, slicked up by a hand that was suddenly gentle, soothing over the tender, aching flesh of his ass, petting Edge through the tremor of aftershocks, his bones clattering against the floor as he trembled.

That gentle touch didn’t linger, Edge mumbling a discontented protest as it withdrew. It was cut off by the jangling sound of Rus’s belt, a rough knee parting Edge’s legs. He moaned faintly, raised his hips the best he could as Rus settled over him.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Rus gasped, “so fucking beautiful, i can’t—" That taunting calm was lost and Edge arched his back as Rus thrust into him, crying out as bony hips slapped against his abused flesh.

He’d lost the bet, Edge thought dimly, listening as Rus panted and swore, hauling Edge back to his knees as he fucked into him. He’d lost, but he’d never expected losing to be so sweet. Sweeter still was Rus losing control inside him, gripping Edge’s abused asscheeks roughly in both hands, and he came in a rush of pulsing wet heat, collapsing down onto Edge, pushing him painfully back into the hard floor.

Edge allowed it, folding back to the ground, ignoring the renewed throb of his pussy for long enough to roll out from under Rus, grappling him down to straddle his pelvis.

“what—” Rus started, barely struggling, still blurry with pleasure.

“Your round is over,” Edge reminded him. Rus’s cock was still formed, softened and resting at his pubis, streaked with crimson magic. The shaft jerked when Edge rubbed his pussy against it, slick lips catching, and Rus’s sockets widened, his eye lights blowing wide. “Now it’s my turn.”

“edge,” Rus began, perhaps as a warning. It trailed off on a yelp as Edge caught his hands, pinning his wrists roughly against the floor. Trapping him, his hips struggling to arch even as Edge shifted until the head of his cock found his still-slippery entrance. He slid down with a hiss of his own, Rus’s stiffening shaft stretching his pussy, filling him. But when Rus squirmed restlessly, trying to move, Edge refused to allow it, using his greater weight as leverage until Rus sank back in surrender.

“Now, let’s see if you can count,” Edge said, letting his razor-sharp grin widen. He rose up, slowly, let Rus’s cock nearly slip free before sinking back down, a long, slow glide that left Rus shaking, whimpering as he was achingly engulfed. Edge took a moment to catch his breath, then leaned in to whisper, hoarse and soft, “That’s one.”

Watching the dawning realization fill Rus’s eye lights was nearly as sweet as an orgasm and Edge savored it greedily, craving even more.

Perhaps Edge had lost the bet. But he wasn’t yet losing the game.

-finis-

[writerpeach]

Nayeon's Ass Play

Twice Nayeon

2500 words

Categories: male reader, smut, anal

NSFW 18+

This meeting just won’t fucking end.

This is the sole thought that runs through Nayeon's mind, only an hour had passed yet felt like days, every second was excruciating to deal with. 

She tried her hardest not to twitch as she centers herself but to no avail, the black and purple jeweled anal plug that had jammed by yours truly, full of lube and rested snugly inside her ass before work was making her squirm.

With every sudden movement pleasurable shocks shoot up her spine, it certainly didn’t help that today of all days she decided to wear the tightest pair of striped pants that she owned.

She tries to settle herself into a comfortable position to sit where the plug didn’t push up against her sensitive nerves, but there just wasn’t one. Discretion was very important at this point, she was surrounded by other Twice members and JYP staff, going on in mind-numbingly detail about their final comeback of the year and plans for future award shows.

“Are you okay unnie? You keep fidgeting,“ Jeongyeon asks, noticing her lack of ability to sit still.

“I-I’m fine, I’m just feeling a little weak, I think maybe I’m coming down with something.“

“Well, we’re almost done here, go get some rest. We can have the girls fill you in on what you missed,” says one of the newer managers she could never remember their name. Park something. Jong-hyuk? Joon-hyuk? Something with a hyuk.

She apologizes and leaves with a polite bow, collecting her things and heading out the swanky meeting room.

Your phone buzzes, the words “Im Nayeon” shine on the screen, you slide the green icon over to the right and answer.

NY: Get this fucking thing out of me, I need to cum right this instant.

You: Unless I’m misremembering, this was very much your idea, why are you whispering? If you need it out so badly use your safeword.

NY: Because I’m still at work, listen you little shit - no, you’re right. Sorry, I’m just pent up. I’m heading over there to your building now, management thinks I’m sick so they gave me the day off. Meet me in conference room B.

You hang up and head over to the arranged destination, down the hall and one floor over, maneuvering the maze of walls and windows until you reach a large black door with the ever familiar JYP logo and the letter B etched below into the surface.

With a tug of the cold steel knob you open to door to the slim figured beauty waiting in front of you, dressed to the nines in black and white, perched on top the large round pine cherry table with legs crossed, draped in those thin black thigh-highs she knew you loved.

“About fucking time,” she says, a mischievous smile taking over her lips.

“I just saw you walk in from down the hall, you barely beat me here,“ you reply, moving close enough to her that you become deeply aware of her perfume, a mixture of jasmine and lilac.

“That's not important.”

“This really couldn’t wait until later? This room is reserved for 11 am you know, and I’d prefer to not get caught. “

“That’s in forty minutes, we have plenty of time. Besides, we both know neither one of us will last that long.“ She subconscious sits back, pressing down on the plug that’s been driving her up the wall further against her hole.

“Ah!”

“Sensitive are we? Have you been enjoying my little gift to you?” You loved seeing her like this, Nayeon was always the dominant one in your little arrangement, it was nice to turn the tables on her for once.

“Just take it out already, I’ve been waiting all day to be fucked,” Nayeon says, a mixture of anger and whining in her voice.

“A little bossy today aren’t we? You can wait a little more, not until I'm done with you. It’s not even noon, you can’t possibly have been waiting all day.”

“Do I need to fucking beg?” Nayeon asks, as if she were offering a proposal.

“No, begging isn’t your style. Just be patient for me?. You’re cute when you’re all riled up.”

Nayeon lunges towards your face, smacking her lips against yours as her arms extend around your nape, pulling you closer. With one hand on her waist and the other one free, you reach down the back of her pants, through her panties and slide your fingers down the crack of her ass, finding the plug buried in her ass and press down on it, breaking the kiss with a soft moan as the sex toy pushes further into her plugged asshole.

Nayeon twitches. “God, you’re really going to make me work for this aren’t you?” A look of frustration washes over Nayeon’s features.

“Damn right I am. It’s more fun for me that way.”

The wandering hand exits her attire as you swivel her body around, she bends over and places hands and elbows down on the the hard wooden table, presenting herself to you along with giving the nicest view of her firm, round ass.

Both your hands magnetize to both asscheeks, massaging each one before your fingers find their way into the waistband of her underwear, almost ripping it off as you drag it down along with her pants as they pile around her ankles. The breeze from the aircon hitting her bare skin makes her shiver.

You do your best to take a snapshot of the moment, the pretty purple-jeweled plug snug deep inside Nayeon’s asshole sparkled in the light, she had never looked prettier. You draw the stopper of the toy back towards you slightly before letting go, providing the bent over girl false hope that she would finally get some relief, she squirms and slaps her palms against the table.

Nayeon is getting impatient, as a last ditch effort she reaches between her legs to rub her clit, but you catch her wrist in time and pull it away from her body.

“What do you think you’re doing? If you keep it up I’m going to find a way to tie you to one of these chairs and leave you face down and bare-assed. I bet that would be such a sight for anyone to walk into wouldn’t it?.”

“Y-you wouldn’t.” Nayeon was trying to call your bluff, but she saw it in your eyes that you were dead serious.

“Try me.”

For her misdeed you give her right asscheek a hard open palmed swat, hard enough to sting and make Nayeon shriek. The warranted pain was unexpected but certainly not unwelcome to her.

You take your sweet time removing the plug, drawing out very little at a time only to reinsert it back in, keeping constant pressure deep inside Nayeon’s stretched asshole.

“God...please...just... fuck!”

WIth one fluid moment you give Nayeon solace finally as you wrench the plug from her ass. She gasps at the sudden cold air hitting her hole.  Asshole firmly in plain view, empty for the first time in the morning, swollen and wet still with the sticky lubricant that’s been swimming around her most intimate spot for hours.

You give Nayeon ample time to recover before circling around the puckered rim of her ass with a thumb, pushing in ever so slightly, feeling the insides of her warmth and slathering the already existent  lube around her walls.

Two fingers substitute your thumb, easily slipping inside her anal opening. Nayeon takes slow, deep breaths, trying to unclench her muscles, overjoyed at her ass finally being penetrated.

The two digits move deep inside her hot asshole, all the way past the base of both fingers, nipping at her nerve endings.

“God, yes. Fucking ruin me.” Nayeon tries to secure herself to anything, pressing her palms flat into the wooden surface underneath.

“Did you lock the door?” Nayeon asks, briefly panicked.

“I.. I don't remember. I'll go check.”

“No, don't you dare fucking move. “

Your fingers fly inside her ass rapidly, upping the momentum with every thrust, curving them around with every exit and enter. Nayeon’s breathing grows louder, more stifled, the fingers dancing around in her hole feel so good against her sweet spots, the unrelenting pace makes her moan effortlessly.

“Don’t fucking stop. That feels good..so..fucking..good. Why are you so good at this?” The tenacity of your fingers deep to the hilt inside her was wrecking her hard, she was close, so close and needed just the slightest push over the edge.

You withdraw your fingers abruptly, feeling the urge to taste Nayeon, you drop to your knees to get a better view, spreading her cheeks and start to tongue her ass, tasting the strawberry flavored lube as you lick fast circles around her delicious asshole.

Nayeon gasps at the new and very much welcome sensations. “Oh god, that’s it. Eat my ass, baby.”

You place a hand on her left cheek to stabilize yourself, your other hand not preoccupied drops between her thighs, dragging against her slit and pressing firmly against her clit, rubbing circles in a figure eight formation.

Your nose nuzzles against her crack as you bury your face in her ass, your tongue moves wildly around her asshole as you keep up the pressure on her swollen clit, rubbing in every direction as you paint broad strokes with the muscle in your mouth, you begin to fuck her with your tongue, rocking back and forth before Nayeon completely falls apart.  

“Fuck- I.. I wanna cum.” Nayeon says as she buries her head in her palms.

“Do you know how to ask nicely?”

“Please..can I please cum? I need to. I need to fucking cum right now.”

“Then cum. Cum for me, baby. You've earned it.“

Nayeon does, and does so beautifully, her legs threaten to give out underneath as her whole body trashes, hips jerking and her back arcs in ways you haven’t never seen before. Her moans become unending as you help her ride out the aftershocks of what was a long, deeply fulfilling orgasm, fingers slowly ceasing to move and letting going of your control of her clit.

Nayeon is breathing heavily, “That...was amazing. Those fingers of yours are fucking magical.”

She looks up at the clock, only fifteen minutes have passed, both of you were ready for the main dish.

“Good. Plenty of time to fuck me.”

Nayeon steps out of her clothes still wrapped her ankles and swings around to undress your lower half, feeling your crotch up before unbuckling your belt and your unbuttoning your pants, making quick work of the metal zipper, pulling both your trousers and boxers down as they drape around your ankles freeing your now rock-hard cock from its constraints.

She grabs a small tube of lube from her purse that she carried with her for occasions like this, squeezing a line of sticky liquid over the tip to the base of your cock. The cold temperature as it hits your shaft makes you briefly jerk.

“Sorry, babe. Is it cold?” Nayeon asks, giggling.

“A little.”

“Don't worry, this'll warm you up.” She uses both hands to massage the gel onto your cock, slicking it up.

She gazes into your eyes, “Fuck my ass. Nice and deep now.”

You line up your shaft with the brim of her inviting hole, with one flowing motion you slowly push inside the ring of her ass, it doesn’t take much for her asshole to accept your cock, she was plenty stretched out already, willing and able to take you in.

Nayeon purrs, “It feels good. I’ve been wanting this since you shoved that damn thing in me before you left.”

You push in deeper, the gel helps to lubricate your cock deeper into her warm opening, not before long your shaft is halfway embedded in her slick anus. Nayeon tries to relax as you inch deeper, sliding your cock forward until you hit the end of her tight ass.

Nayeon looks back over her shoulders. “Fast and deep baby. Really give it to me.”

Your pace starts out slow and and quickens promptly, you begin to thrust deeply, filling her ass with every inch of your cock as your hips find a comfortable rhythm, smacking against her warm flesh as her cheeks jiggle.

“Harder. Fuck me harder, baby. I don’t wanna walk straight tomorrow.”

You give into her demands, pumping your shaft into her at a speed and force that causes her to cry out, the anal plug had really opened her up nicely, making her usually tight ass very easy to fuck.

You lift her right leg up so her knee rests squarely on the table, allowing even deeper penetration. You pound Nayeon’s ass as hard as you can, so much so that your balls begin so slap against her wet pussy.

Nayeon is moaning intensely now, every thrust deep inside her warm hole hits every one of her  sensitive nerves, she is becoming thoroughly wrecked with your thick cock. You try as much as you can to impale your thick cock inside her walls, Nayeon’s moans morph into screams, and you are very, very thankful that the meeting room you are in was equipped with soundproofing.

A particular hard thrust shoots tingles up your spine, igniting the familiar pressure that begins to pool around your loins and abdomen, you feel yourself start to get close, you do what you can to keep it at bay but there’s just no taming it.

“Nayeon, I-I’m going to cum really fucking soon.”

“Good. I want your cum deep inside me. I need to hear how good it feels as you empty your balls in my ass. Cum for me baby.”

Those words were all you needed, they push you over the edge and you explode, you fill her asshole with hot, thick, sticky cum that coats her insides, every stream that releases from your throbbing cock causes your body to convulse, you struggle to catch your breath, you're so sensitive that you can barely move.

You gradually withdraw your still pulsing cock from her ass, you watch as a thick stream of white cum slowly drips out of her asshole, painting her thighs and landing on the black marble tile underneath.

“Holy, shit, Nayeon that felt so good.”

Nayeon grabs a few tissues to clean up your mess on the floor, tossing it in the trash and snatching the plug back from the table and placing it in its protective pouch, tucking it back into her purse. The two of you quickly get dressed, just in time to hear the click of the door being sprung open.